Tyrant's Secret

"Cousin, are you okay?" Dou Ruyan stepped forward to support Zhan Yanchu.

"I'm fine." Zhan Yanchu gave a muffled cough and put down his hands: "Who is that person?"

"He! He is a distinguished guest of my father. He is very mysterious. I don't know the origin." Dou Ruyan looked into the distance and said in a contemptuous tone: "My brother said before that that man looks like a fox It's like a child, maybe it's Qing Guan that my father has a crush on."

"What?" Zhan Yanchu stared slightly.He had never heard that Dou Youcheng was as good as Long Yang.

"Cousin doesn't believe it?" Dou Ruyan said: "Yan'er didn't believe it at first. However, no one is allowed to enter Father's bedroom, even my brother and I are not allowed, so he is allowed to enter and pleases him in every possible way. You said, that person isn't the Qing Guan that father likes, what is it?"

"Without conclusive evidence, it's better not to jump to conclusions like this." Zhan Yanchu smiled.

Just now when Dou Ruhe said that about himself, Dou Kun didn't respond, which is enough to show that Dou Kun should not be as good as Long Yang.So, it can only show that there is something strange about Dou Kun's bedroom.That white-haired man has high martial arts skills, and his demeanor is full of elegance and nobility, he can't be a gentleman.

He narrowed his eyes, it seemed that it was time to visit Dou's mansion at night.

At night, the moon is hidden and the stars are sparse.In the mansion with carved beams and eaves, the gold characters on the plaque of Dou Mansion reflect a cold metallic luster under the dim light.

At the beginning of Zhanyan, he lay down on the wall, holding his breath in the darkness, watching the servants patrolling Dou's mansion.After the last time to frighten the snake, the guards of the Dou Mansion are indeed more stringent.Fortunately, at the beginning of Zhanyan, he excelled in his lightness kung fu, he quickly dodged along the high wall and jumped onto the roof like a nimble and light civet cat.

A black shadow flashed past silently, and those people didn't notice it at all.

Zhan Yanchu sneaked into Dou Kun's bedroom and searched carefully, but found nothing suspicious. When he saw Dou Kun's bed, he remembered that there was a secret passage under Ling Jue's bed in the hunting ground last time, so he couldn't help but leave. In the past, as soon as his hand approached the bed, he heard footsteps outside. He hurriedly looked around, and the moment the door opened, he dodged into the closet.

The closet was long and narrow, dark and lacquered, filled with a faint smell of wood lacquer and incense. The tall and strong young man could only curl up a little uncomfortable.

The lights in the room were turned on, and a thin line of warm yellow light shone through between the cabinet doors, hitting Zhan Yanchu's handsome face.

Zhan Yanchu narrowed his eyes, slightly opened the cabinet door, and looked outside through the crack.

Standing in the room were Dou Kun and the white-haired man he met during the day.

Dou Kun sat on the chair and said: "Your Majesty has already started to attack the minister."

The white-haired man poured the wine leisurely, with a smile on his lips: "This is his style, he has been standing still, making you feel that he is obeying you and pampering you, and then when the time is right, he will kill you by surprise. However, he is anxious to get rid of you this time, probably because he knows that the hall is back!"

The white-haired man raised his wine glass to his lips: "My dear brother, he is already getting ready to meet me. I really can't wait to see his painful and desperate beauty."

At the beginning of the exhibition, I was shocked.

That white-haired man!It turned out to be the old prince Ling Jiu!Endless hatred surged up, Zhan Yanchu wished he could rush out of the cupboard immediately and cut that person into pieces.

Seeing Ling Jiu's confident appearance, Dou Kun said with a sinister smile, "Your Highness! As long as you and I work together, won't the whole world be under our control?"

Ling Jiu didn't answer him, just took a sip of the wine quietly, let out a sigh of relief, put the wine on the table, and suddenly said with a smile: "There are only two types of people in this world, those who conquer this hall, and those who submit to this hall. I don't know what kind of Dou Xiang is?"

He stared at Dou Kun, his eyes full of oppression for a moment.

Dou Kun was a little embarrassed, forced a smile and said: "Naturally, the old minister is absolutely obedient to His Highness."

Ling Jiu smiled: "Since Dou Youcheng knows, it's better to clean up the things in the closet as soon as possible!"

When Zhan Yan heard the words for the first time, he immediately reached out and groped in the closet a few times, and when he reached the bottom, he was taken aback by the familiar touch.

He groped a few times before he was sure that what was embroidered with gold thread on the soft silk seemed to be a dragon.Zhan Yanchu sneered, secretly thinking that Dou Kun was too conceited.Those spies probably never thought that such an old and cunning person as Dou Kun would hide the dragon robe in his closet.

"Bring the roster to the hall for a look." Ling Jiu stood up and said.

"Yes." Dou Kun walked to the bed and bowed to open the secret compartment, took out the roster, and handed it to Ling Jiu: "Didn't Your Highness read it? Do you have any objections?"

Ling Jiu opened the roster, flipped through it a few times, and then closed it: "Let's leave this roster to the hall for safekeeping for now!"

"Your Highness, this..." Dou Kun was a little embarrassed.

"This palace doesn't like to repeat the same words." Ling Jue said these words with a smile, but his tone was irrefutable.

"Yes." Dou Kun could only sigh: "Your Highness, please keep it carefully."

After Ling Jiu left, Dou Kun gritted his teeth and kicked the tables and chairs a few times, then stopped for a while, and walked towards the closet as if in compromise.

Zhan Yanchu tightened his body, watching the figure getting closer, ready to attack at any time.

However, Dou Kun's hand stopped on the cabinet door for a moment, and then slowly fell down, clenched into a fist.

When Zhan Yan first found out, Dou Kun was not reconciled.

His unwillingness blocked his own path.

At the beginning of the exhibition, he was sure that Dou Kun was asleep, so he jumped out of the cupboard in the dark and escaped through the window.

He was walking quickly on the roof, just after he got out of the Dou Mansion, he jumped to the ground and saw that person.

The man had long snow-white hair and a silver mask, like a ghost in the dark night.

Zhan Yan first knew that he was Ling Jiu.Originally, Zhan Yanchu still had a sliver of reason, and wanted to deal with him later, but now he came to his door by himself.

Ling Jiu looked at Zhan Yanchu, curled his lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc: "If a weapon that defends people becomes a sharp weapon that hurts people, it will definitely be more interesting!"

Zhan Yanchu didn't know what Ling Jiu was talking about, and felt disgusted by his intuition. He pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at Ling Jiu, and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the roster!"

Ling Jiu looked at the sword and smiled: "It depends on whether you can get it or not."

Zhan Yanchu and Ling Jiu immediately handed over weapons, and they fought fiercely. Zhan Yanchu had already heard that the prince was a weirdo when he was twelve or thirteen years old. With such a strong opponent, it is inevitable that it will be difficult to deal with it, and a layer of sweat has already appeared on the forehead in a short time.

As soon as Zhan Yanchu thinks of the various evil deeds Ling Jiu committed to Ling Jue, he wishes to tear the person in front of him to pieces, and his moves are unprecedentedly ruthless.Ling Jiu had no choice but to concentrate on dealing with him, and a strange look appeared in his eyes for a moment.

Finally, Zhan Yanchu got the chance to snatch the roster from Ling Jiu, but almost at the same time, he received a slap on the chest.

Zhan Yanchu was knocked back several times, he clenched the roster in his hand, and thought to himself: I have already got the roster, so let's put aside the matter of revenge, otherwise, if I keep trying, I'm afraid the gain will outweigh the loss.

At the beginning of Zhanyan, he performed lightness kung fu and left.

"Your Highness, don't you want to go after him?" Seeing this, the attendant asked in a deep voice.

"No need." Ling Jiu smiled and narrowed his eyes: "He is already in the palm of our hall."

Along the way, Zhan Yanchu only felt his chest stagnate unbearably, finally, he leaned over the tree and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, leaned against the tree, and calmed down.

"Your Majesty!" Zhan Yanchu walked into the hall with a smile as if nothing had happened.

Ling Jue was still reviewing the memorial, and when he saw the banquet coming, he was a little surprised, and put down his pen: "It's so late, why are you here?"

"I am anxious to give something to Your Majesty." Zhan Yanchu took out the roster from his sleeve and handed it to Ling Jue: "Please look at it, Your Majesty."

Ling Jue took the roster, flipped through it a few times, and stared slightly: "This is it!" The records on it were actually the roster of the rebellious party that Dou Kun colluded with.

He looked at Zhan Yanchu in surprise: "How did you get it?"

"This visit to Dou's mansion at night has gained a lot." Zhan Yanchu smiled, and then said in a serious tone: "Your Majesty, I not only found this roster, but also met the old prince."

Ling Jue froze, and grabbed Zhan Yanchu's wrist: "Did you fight?"

Zhan Yanchu paused, afraid that Ling Jue would be worried, and said with a smile: "I saw it when I was hiding in the closet."

As expected, Dou Kun and Ling Jiu still have contacts.

Ling Jue tightened his eyes and couldn't help but feel grateful.If those two join forces, this time he really has little chance of winning.Fortunately, Dou Kun's handle has been caught, and he can be eradicated one by one.

In a big, empty room.

Ling Jiu sat in the pool with her eyes closed, her brows were tightly frowned, her face was terribly pale, cold sweat dripped down her cheeks.The water in the pool was red, and there were many small insects floating like red silk threads, the size of which were like hairs, and could penetrate into human skin.

The incense on the table had almost burned out, and clusters of ashes fell.

The water in the pool became more and more red until it turned black.Ling Jiu clenched her teeth in pain, humming subduedly, and finally, the incense went out.

Ling Jiu leaned his head against the wall of the pool in a collapsed state, panting heavily, his deep collarbone heaving up and down with the panting, his snow-white long hair had long been wet into wisps, scattered messily on his back and chest, he couldn't tell whether he was being caught by someone. The sweat was still soaked in the potion, and he was extremely embarrassed.

There was the sound of unhurried footsteps.

Ling Jiu opened her wet eyes, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she looked a little weak.He sucked off the coat on the hanger, jumped out of the pool, and had already put on the coat when he landed on the ground. He calmed down a bit, and his eyes returned to the usual cruelty.

"What kind of clothes do you need to wear in front of this king?" Yelu Luoye snorted and mocked behind him.

Ling Jiu smiled, and turned her head slightly to look at Yelu Luoye: "Aren't you wearing clothes in front of the hall?"

Yelu Luoye looked at Ling Jiu's snow-white hair and paper-pale face, and then glanced at the dark red pool water: "Although this blood worm can be used to detoxify, it was originally used by Xi You to interrogate prisoners when he was tortured. There are not a few people who die from pain! Ling Jiu, you are so cruel to yourself."

Ling Jiu turned his head and narrowed his eyes. Although the corners of his mouth were smiling, his eyes were cold and ruthless: "King Shu'an came all the way from Mobei to Tianjin, just to talk nonsense?"

Yelu Luoye smiled, walked behind him, suddenly hugged Ling Jiu forcefully from behind, and then stroked Ling Jiu's beautiful neck with one hand.

Although he was almost tall, Ling Jiu's pale neck was pinched by Yelu Luoye's honey-colored big hands, but it seemed so fragile that it might be broken at any time.

Yelu Luoye leaned close to his ear and raised the corners of his mouth: "No, our purpose is the same."